Lyrics:
you walking by you set it off
Just by doing nothing girl you do it all
I feel like its destined to have you around
I can't tell you why and how
All I
While I texted you on the phone
They won't tell you how it feels
Not to be loved by you
All that time spent by myself
While you left me on the shelf
sense-sense of all this shit around me
I didn't know how to take it, how to perceive it, you know what I mean
And then meanwhile I'm supposed to be going
it never fade
While am ochea on the way
I can never change how I feel about you (How I feel about you)
I can never change how you made me brand new
mind, you're very welcome
You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing
But a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question
speak
Shit fuck with my head, a nigga can't sleep
It's hard to crawl out when you waist deep
I ain't know how to swim when I was young
They threw me in
with fear
Tell me do you feel the same
Hold me in your arms again
I need your love
I need your time
When everything's wrong
You make it
the torch and repping for Violator
So tell the DJ to go and turn up the fader
Putting it down for the streets regardless what you saying
Playa!
How many
I know I got you confused, and you don't know how to feel 'bout it don't you? Every time you look at me, I feel like unable to stay still, oh dear.
called up in the clouds
Is there something you forgot to tell me...
tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
Show me my Teresa, feel it rise in me
January 21st
I still remember the date
You asked me how I was doing
I let it out, "I'm not great"
That week we met for some food, I tried to tell you
nigga
Ain't nobody gonna tell ya, how to get rich nigga
Wish I had a step-by-step book
All the roads and the paths you took
When you lost it all, how
down
Cos I know I'm up there in the skies, it's streets
You can never tell me nothing
Cos I know my rights and I'm on my grind, it's streets
You can
Tell me How it feels,tell me how it feels, tell me how it is
Can you you tell me how it feels?
Tell me how it is, aye can you please tell me (ion
the hand that feed me
But I will let the hand say it don't need me
Look at y'all on TV, Banks looks uneasy
If he told you how he feel, this is where he be
the streets made me
How the streets made me
I dun' kept it a hunnid from the jump
I ain't never changed up once
Thats prolly why the real niggas show me love
that is (nope)
Catch me piped up, got the pipes out everywhere a nigga live (yeah)
Fuck how nigga feel (fuck 'em), I'ma tell you how it is (yeah)
I'm
now)
This is for the streets to the church (Feel me)
Yes it was just the three of us
My mom's my brother and me
We had no heat or no cable TV
We had
a bitch fold like a futon
Gettin' bread like a crouton
Tell me what the fuck is you on
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, yeah,
How you feel
How you feel
Tell me what's the deal
Do I gotta stay or gotta peel
How you feel
How you feel
Can a brother live
Or do a brother gotta
tell you how it was
Serve it to you cleaner than a house keeper
Cruisin' by the scene with a street sweeper (woo)
Pour a half a pint of codeine in
on the hill
The blue Escalade with them new chrome wheels
You told me the other day I don't know how you feel
It's been five months, I been driving you crazy
they take me in vain, they entertained by it
Niggas talkin' 'bout my homie and I'm slangin' K's 'bout it
I'm so quick to make this 9 stretch, I'm
they ask me
What I keep a pistol fo'? I say
Without it I feel naked as a stripper ho
Thats how it is when you was
Raised by some triple OG's
The first
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